let's go to the mall!

It's Holy Week here in Spain (fine, it's Holy Week everywhere), which means I'm out of school for an astounding total of eleven days. As most of my friends are traveling to glamorous locales, like Edinburgh or Porto or Madrid or Seville or Ireland or NYC or anywhere in the world except for Lugo, it's been a struggle to find ways to occupy myself.

Especially since--wait for it, wait for it--it's rained every single day.

So two of my friends and I decided we would make an expedition to Lugo's mall, because it's dry, warm, and most importantly: has a McDonald's.

Now, anyone who knows me knows that I am not a fan of the golden arches, or any other kind of fast food. It's poor quality, it's unhealthy, it promotes a mode of eating that is awful for the environment and the living creatures in it...I could go on.

However, I believe that at some point in every expat American's life, the urge for a Big Mac dripping grease, pickles, wilted lettuce, and mayo (I don't even like mayo!) will become too strong to resist. So we stopped resisting.

go America!

Other highlights of the day:
1. When we all got a little agoraphobic in the WalMart equivalent, Eroski (Spanish malls have these). How on earth am I going to re-acclimate to life in America, if even walking past a store that sells groceries and books and t-shirts and bicycles and lawn chairs makes me all freaked-out and uncomfortable?

2. I've been watching a lot of How I Met Your Mother recently, so I will leave you with this timeless classic, which I sang all day*:

*Note: highlight for me, probably a lowlight for my long-suffering friends.